Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, and the standard.
Today’s photo by Marie Gail Stratford seems to offer endless possibilities.
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on the picture, below.
The winged creature gazes down from the rooftop.
The machines are everywhere.
They crowd the streets to the point of congestion.
But, unlike before The Rising, there is no sound of disharmony.
They seem to enjoy the chaos, be unmindful of delays.
They also fill the apartments in the West End.
Formerly the abodes of the privileged, these luxury homes now garage scores of 4-wheelers.
How they got there is anybody’s guess.
But there is no one left to guess.
There are no people to be seen.
And no animals of any sort.
I wheel away towards the distant ocean.